The Billionaire's Reluctant Wife

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g behind the diner's counter. Her bone was so worn out that it made i

ished for a shabby place like this. He held a

lied, brushing away a

e, your late fa

shiver going through her body. Her father? He had died

he grabbed the coffee pot and turned

o speak with you

igail almos

nothing behind but p

said, forcing cal

little break. Moore replie

The last time that someone had called about

he empty corner booth with a slight

d the folder on the table. Your father left a huge a

don't want to have a

I'm afraid this isn't a choice; the debt

pped a piece of paper in her direction. Abigail's

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so impossible. There has to be a

wrong people, miss Carter. This isn't just a bank lo

Her father has been so many things-a liar,

of money, she said, her

ll they want is re

ezing the air from her lungs. She could barely affo

I don

ed, then clos

ds sent a chill through Abigail. Her fingers clenched around

oice barely carried over

able. These people don't s

d of money!! She almo

need to f

n the counter m

r. Theodore's voice cu

et, her hand shaki

't move. M

pushed the paper at him. I do

time his expre

Abigail's breath caught; she

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slow, creeping cold spre

felt empty. Moore stood up, adj

your side, an

at the paper, her

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tartled Abigail. She froze.

louder-

ooth, firm voice

be happening. Boom! The door

door. Two men with broad shou

taller one said. Who a

rs, the short one said shar

through her veins.

oot jammed against the door. That

feet. She didn't need to open

argon

r man warned, or h

. The shorter one cut in

il slammed the door, her ha

't sleep. She sat curled up on her tiny couch, kn

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her like a vice; she had nothing-no m

ar

he thought of her, but w

n a bus, holding her worn-out

shining mockingly. She had not stepped her fo

heavy oak door,

open,

e. She held a glass of wine in hand; her sharp eyes wen

tepping outside. To wh

loan sharks. I need your help. Her voice shaked, but

. Help you? She let out a short, mocking laugh. You

know about the debt; I just

expect me to throw money at your shortcoming

chest, squeezing with every breat

glass down. There's only one way a gir

ped her

he shadows, tall and imposing, thei

ked, letting

ar

d, waving her hand.

, but their grip was intense; her feet scratched a

se, you are

se, watching with amusement, and your

hey dragged her outside; a shiny blac

She screamed, he

shed her inside was Clara's smile rai

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